Metamorphosis

Dark and earthy flying frame

Soft taken from its source

Turning on its master's name

Becoming its own force

Earth finds now it's chosen more;

Its fate has now been caught.

Changing all that was before,

Betrayed by what cannot.

Now the thing of moving clay

Directs the earth it was

To hold the one that yesterday

Was only one of us.

The new creation's self is lost

Wings closing when they may

The trap inside or out -- the cost

Is hunger for the clay.

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